Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.